Halle Berry vs. Tyra Banks by Shanahan 24-Jun-99
On a Florida photo shoot involving both celebrity
models and well-known actresses, black beauties Tyra Banks and
Halle Berry ran afoul of each other, and decided to fight it out
that very night in the beach house that Tyra was renting for the
shoot. The bout was set for 9 p.m., one-on-one, with no one else
present. Tyra awaited her opponent eagerly, dressed in a revealing
two-piece bright orange swimsuit ...

Halle came through the front door precisely at nine bells in a
red-and-black, floral-print bikini that was slightly more modest
than Tyra's suit, but still striking. The actress immediately
cornered Tyra behind the living room's built-in bar, but the model
wasn't intimidated in the least. As Halle stepped forward and
seized Tyra by the wrist, Tyra slapped Halle hard across the cheek
with the other hand.

"Bitch!" cried Halle, and smacked Tyra across her full
lips with the back of her free hand. Both women then made a beeline
for each other's hair, hands grasping and pulling as the two combatants
shrieked in pain and anger. They dragged each other back and forth
behind the bar, both refusing to relent, until Tyra brought a
knee up hard between Halle's legs. The actress yelped and was
stunned by the sudden cheap shot, and she relaxed her grip on
the model's hair just long enough for Tyra to pull free.

Reaching down with her own hands, Tyra ripped the bikini top loose
from Halle's body, the actress's bare breasts lolloping out into
the open, where the model got a solid grip on them and squeezed
them viciously. Halle shrieked again, and then made short work
of Tyra's top before returning the favor to the model's ample
naked chest. The two black battlers cursed and wailed and struggled
as they squeezed each other's melons without remorse, fingers
sinking into soft flesh and sharp nails making long scratch marks
on the smooth surfaces. Tears welled up in the corners of the
two women's eyes, and sweat began to bead on their foreheads as
they strained and suffered.

Halle ended their standoff by ramming the heel of her hand up
underneath Tyra's chin, momentarily paralyzing the model, and
they both broke off their attacks and retreated several steps
each to recover. The two beauties rubbed their wounded udders
gingerly with their fingers as they hurled insults at one another,
stripping off their briefs soon after as they waited to renew
their bout totally naked.

"I'm gonna shred you, slut!" promised Halle, panting
with exertion.

"Yeah, sure you will, whore!" mocked Tyra, also panting.
"They'll be dragging your unconscious ass out of here in
the morning!"

They glared icily at one another, growling and snarling all the
while, and advanced on each other. Hands raised, the two now-naked
battlers pawed and feinted for a few moments, looking for a hold
as they drew ever closer to one another, before screaming out
loud and grabbing each other by the hair with both hands once
more.

They pulled and tugged and twisted ferociously as they tried to
rip each other's locks loose, but this time it was Halle who fired
a knee into her opponent's unprotected crotch, eliciting a yell
from the model.

"You'll pay for that!" snapped Tyra, and then she sank
her right fist deep into Halle's unprepared gut, winding the actress,
before clipping her foe on the chin with a right roundhouse that
knocked Halle back against one of the column supports behind the
bar. The actress struck the plaster surface hard, and was too
dazed to offer any resistance as the model began clawing at her
face. Tyra continued to work her hands downwards, pulling and
prying at Halle's nose and lips and chin, before securing those
hands about Halle's neck and squeezing hard. A wide-eyed Halle
clawed at Tyra's wrists and gasped for air, but none was coming
in as the model throttled her prey ruthlessly.

"Think you're better than me, Miss Big Movie Star?"
growled Tyra as she tightened her hold, hands slamming the back
of Halle's head against the column in the process. "Well,
you're gonna need those big Hollywood bucks to take care of your
medical bills, bitch!"

Pulling the fading Halle away from the wall, her hands still about
the actress's throat, Tyra then bent her opponent back over the
bar and continued to choke Halle mercilessly, hands gripping and
squeezing the actress' throat furiously. The model felt she only
needed a few more minutes of barehanded strangulation to finish
the fight, and grinned in maniacal glee - until she felt a fist
cracking into her face from below and knocking her senseless.
Stunned by the blow, Tyra then caught a second fist from Halle
square on the jaw, and released her stranglehold as she staggered
back from the bar, nearly knocking several bottles of booze off
the back wall as she bumped into it.

Next thing the model knew, she was being seized in a bearhug and
crushed in Halle's arms, the actress squeezing the model's trim
waist like a vise. Tyra cried out under the pressure and tried
to push free, but only caught a head-butt in her face for her
troubles, then another, then another. Blood began to trickle from
Tyra's nose as the recovering Halle mangled her, the actress almost
lifting the model up onto her toes in her spine-snapping assault.
The model slumped against the actress, Tyra's head resting on
Halle's shoulder, before she felt herself being released and pushed
back up against the wall. Tyra then felt hands gripping her fabulous
breasts from underneath, holding them painfully in place, before
feeling a stinging, pinching sensation in her left tit. She looked
down in horror to see Halle biting down hard on that soft fleshy
mound, the actress engulfing most of Tyra's tit in her eager mouth.

The model wailed and pulled at the actress's short hair, but she
was too battered from the blows to her head and face to offer
much resistance. She suffered a while longer as Halle's white
teeth sank deeper into her dark breast, until Tyra sensed her
breast being released and her face being plunged downwards into
Halle's sweated bust. The model smothered in her foe's breasts,
Halle's hands holding Tyra's lovely face in place as she denied
the model of oxygen, and Tyra thought this was truly the end as
she felt herself passing out ...

Suddenly Tyra was seized under the armpits, and hurled bodily
through the air and over the bar to crash hard on the carpeted
floor in front of it. Slowly and painfully, Tyra rose to her knees
and elbows, her still-throbbing breast stained with teeth marks,
and she finally slumped back against the bar - only to have Halle
drop down hard on top of her, the actress now sitting atop the
model's shoulders. Tyra grunted under her foe's weight, but again
did nothing as the actress reached down, interlocked her hands
underneath Tyra's chin, and reared back hard. Tyra cried out again
as she felt herself being broken in half, and she could only clutch
feebly at her foe's fingers as she suffered in Halle's cruel grip.

Halle smiled evilly as she punished her opponent, alternately
relaxing and rearing back to increase Tyra's agony, until she
snarled, "Give, bitch! Give, or I'll break your goddamn neck!"
Tyra weakly slapped the floor with both hands to signal her submission,
and Halle wrenched her rival backwards one more time before letting
go and dismounting. Reaching out with one foot, the actress sent
the model tumbling over and over a short ways across the main
floor.

Tyra rolled back and forth face up on the soft, itchy ground,
the model whimpering and moaning as she wondered how her surefire
victory had turned into such a painful defeat, until she felt
a hand reaching between her legs and squeezing hard. She squealed
in agony, and then heard Halle's low voice.

"If you ever screw with me again, bitch," threatened
the shapely actress kneeling in front of her, "you'll be
heading home in a stretcher. Got it?"

Tyra softly whispered yes, shaking her head up and down as her
crotch was crushed; then she exhaled loudly as Halle gave it a
final squeeze, and released.

"Don't be late for the shoot tomorrow," chided the victorious
Halle. The actress then grabbed a white cotton bathrobe lying
on the couch and whipped it over her naked body before heading
home down the block a minute later.

Tyra continued to roll about on the carpet afterwards, her soft
hands massaging her bruised face, her eyes closed tight. Her puffy,
dry mouth still sucked cloth as the naked beauty sobbed quietly
in the otherwise empty house ...